My eyebrows could do with a trim.
I abhor nothing more than bumping into someone I know on the Tube.
The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.
I see my large nose, like half an avocado. I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough.
About every four years, someone says to me, "I've got a friend who looks exactly like you." What can you say to this?
The real change that paintings undergo is in the perceptions of the viewer.